Stop Biting

[Verse 1]
I catch little sleep at night, wake up the next and keep it moving
Context, don't take me out, this raw fusion
Is climaxed, high friction on vestax
And techniques, making my money with less tax
And prestige, as long as I'm clocking my Kraft cheese
Calling the cops and I have to leave
I'm either very smart, or incredibly stupid
Ahead of my time, I'm locked in a room with a view of the walls
Iron clap, my rhyme is a firing squad
Watching them fall and grabbing my bowling balls
Holding them all acountable with the mountain of evidence
You're under the table dead presidents
Wouldn't let you walk from the case with a hung jury
A lifetime ban from the mic if you come near me
The upright in audacity and gall
If you feel certain, you'll never get past the steel curtain

[Chorus: Abstract Rude]
Stop bitin' while I'm rhyme-writin'
Or we'll be like fightin'—Mike Tyson
Stop bitin' while I'm rhyme-writin', you ain't sayin' none
I keep head-buttin'—Mike Tyson

(My style is impetuous, my defense is impregnable!
I want to eat your style—eat your style, kid!)
Stop bitin' while I'm rhyme-writin'
Clash of the titans—Mike Tyson

[Verse 2]
Archers! Shoot off arrows like we gladiator
Even if we get past the piles of knights with armor satire
Hate or die, haters don't you even try
Retreat from your sneak attack leave from us or you won't be back
Or the bishop will chop, will covert diagonals
In a hail of ammo, we'll give you your halo
Stay low in a bunker, resort with the thunder
Or we'll be hotile like german sheppard
And the viking manuever, we're taking Vancouver
To new heights with The Viking, like no other producer
With a spiked ball and chain I'm Braveheart, Maximus
With an axe in his hand, slicing up these abstract Pakistans
Never stop, let you not be want again
Me and the Wolverine are the two of the hardest X-Men
Eighteen on the abaracus, hey to you in a happy room
No one comes to the accalades where all the Massmen are made
Clash of the titans in a street for fighting, we meet
With the mic in my reach I'm deadly at best, fuck Elliot Ness
I'm a style-Al Capone, my styles're my own
Stop bitin'—Mike Tyson

[Chorus: Abstract Rude]
Stop bitin' while I'm rhyme-writin'
Or we'll be like fightin'—Mike Tyson
Stop bitin' while I'm rhyme-writin', you ain't sayin' none
I keep head-buttin'—Mike Tyson

(My style is impetuous, my defense is impregnable!
I want to eat your style—eat your style, kid!)
Stop bitin' while I'm rhyme-writin'
Clash of the titans—Mike Tyson

[Verse 3]
Know how to pause you to switch your game plan
While you hearing this you change styles
Can't even tell we're listening to the same man
That we heard when we came out, shang-how
You keep biting off this rhyme writing
Style taking them without liscense, now crowd hypen
I'm navy seal on you foot soldiers
It's kill at will till that shit's over
I'm conceptuable, they just over, incomplete if it's lackluster
They bite like a frustrated boxer
I'm coming down like a paratrooper, hard on ya
If you're not I'm moving and shaking, no creature in you bakers
Bled out, too fragile for Shaq and the Lakers
Abstract's the major, minor, eighty-eight keys solo
With frequency, modulation and foot pedals
All out battle till beef settles
It's inticing, scorpion is in rising
All dead wait get shedded, we're downsizing
Independant, definately enterprising
We get offended when you're blatant with the senseless biting

[Chorus: Abstract Rude]
Stop bitin' while I'm rhyme-writin'
Or we'll be like fightin'—Mike Tyson
Stop bitin' while I'm rhyme-writin', you ain't sayin' none
I keep head-buttin'—Mike Tyson

([?]—you know what I'm sayin'?)
Stop bitin' while I'm rhyme-writin'
Clash of the titans—Ab' and Rob the Viking

[Outro: Mad Child + Abstract Rude]
Stop bitin', no doubt
Yo, Ab', I'm glad you're getting this off your chest, 'cause
You and Freestyle Fellowship, Project Blowed
You guys are true originators of styles
And it's a compliment when these kids get inspired by what you did and continue to do
But it's an insult when they get all gassed up
And forget where they got these styles from in the first place, ya know?
Battleaxe
That's right